Fang Xiaoru and Han Du have been together for so long, and they have long been accustomed to Han Du's strange words occasionally coming out of his mouth. He is not interested at all in Han Du's strange words. Now he is full of things in his hands. After listening to Han Du, he is not interested at all.
He nodded with satisfaction: "Good food, really good food."
Han Du also nodded in agreement. The three treasures of food will feed hundreds of millions of people around the world in the future. How can it be bad?
"The key is that its output is still very large."
Han Du's words immediately attracted Fang Xiaoru's attention to him.
Han Du raised his hand and pointed at the greenery on the ground, and said: "They can only be regarded as rough farming, and there is no way to compare with the intensive farming of the people of the Ming Dynasty. But even so, their output from this acre will not be less than
Twenty stones.”
Although Xiaoru had been prepared for twenty stones, he was still shocked by Han Du's words. The best paddy fields in the Ming Dynasty only produced a little more than three stones. Ordinary fertile fields, no matter how intensively cultivated, only produced two grains.
Stone or so.
And these people can actually earn ten times more income than the people of the Ming Dynasty by doing whatever they want?
Is this justified?
Han Du did not care about the issue of natural justice, but smiled bitterly and said to Fang Xiaoru: "This is the reason why they have not made any progress for thousands of years. With such abundant food, there is no need to worry about going hungry and there is no way to survive.
How can we be forced to improve technology by survival?"
Fang Xiaoru suddenly fell silent. After a long pause, he said with a sigh: "Yes, the comfort zone is a blessed place for the mediocre, but it is also the tomb of heroes."
Han Du nodded and continued: "That's true. Without the pressure of survival, how can they carry out technological innovation? Anyway, they have never had enough to eat for thousands of years. This has been the case for generations.
They will continue to live on."
Fang Xiaoru was speechless after hearing this. He didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. As a scholar, what he hoped for most was of course peace in the world and people living and working in peace and contentment. But the scene in front of him told him that once people have no worries about food,
After that, he will fall into a state of not wanting to make progress, which is contrary to his long-standing philosophy.
How can people not think about making progress? Yes, how can people not think about making progress!
Fang Xiaoru's face turned red and white. He looked at Han Du and asked in a deep voice: "Then, do you still want to bring this food back to the Ming Dynasty?"
When Han Du heard this, he glanced at Fang Xiaoru in surprise, and instantly guessed what he was thinking. He was afraid that the people of the Ming Dynasty, with such miraculous food, would fall into a lack of ambition like the people here.
Without the slightest hesitation, Han Du looked Fang Xiaoru straight in the eyes and answered him, "Why not? There is no sin in eating enough, but the original sin is not having enough!"
There is no sin in having enough food to eat, but the original sin is not having enough food to eat!
Fang Xiaoru was awakened in an instant as if he had been shocked. The cold sweat on his forehead flowed down like beans and water. For fear of sending chills down his spine, he had just thought of leaving these grains here and not taking any of them back.
Daming. Such thoughts undoubtedly made him fall into a demonic barrier. If he hadn't been awakened by Han Du's words, he didn't know what he would have done that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.
"What the people of the Ming Dynasty need most now is food and clothing. As for what consequences will happen after eating, and what kind of things will happen, that is a matter of the future." Fang Xiaoru's mind suddenly became clear, as if his whole person was being immersed in it.
Washed inside and out.
After understanding this, Fang Xiaoru's whole spirit became completely different from Fang Cai's.
After seeing it, Han Du asked the chief's son to take them to see the next kind, potatoes.
The process is almost the same as planing, and the output is not much different.
After seeing two kinds of magical grains in succession, Fang Xiaoru had great expectations for corn. But when he saw it, he was surprised to find that this thing was completely different from the first two. Not only did it grow on the ground, but there was also a person
How high.
The key is the output. No matter how Fang Xiaoru looks at it, it seems to be far inferior to the previous two.
“How much grain can this thing harvest from one acre of land?
Food?"
Han Du reached out and touched the thick leaves of the corn and said with a smile: "The yield of this thing may not be as high as the previous two, but its biggest advantage is that it is drought-resistant. Of course, the first two are also drought-resistant, even if they encounter drought,
In a water shortage year, the output will at best be reduced, and it will not lead to a loss of harvest.
But compared with the drought tolerance of the first two things, they are far behind. Let’s put it this way, even if this thing is planted on a rocky and soil hillside, it can survive. With it, Ming Dynasty is now
A lot of wasteland in the world can be turned into land that produces food. Can you imagine how useful it is?"
Fang Xiaoru nodded subconsciously. Although he had been studying since he was a child, he had also seen farmers farming. If this thing could really turn the barren slopes of the Ming Dynasty into land that produces food, it would be a great blessing for the people of the Ming Dynasty.
"What's the yield of this thing?" Having seen the first two types, Fang Xiaoru still wanted to know the specific yield, although Han Du said that the biggest feature of this thing was its drought resistance.
Han Du touched the fluff on the huge leaf with his fingers, released the leaf, and said: "It's almost the same as wheat, maybe a little more. And the way to eat this thing is very similar to wheat. It's ground into powder, made into cakes, and steamed.
eat."
Fang Xiaoru nodded when he heard this. It is good to have a higher yield than wheat. After all, this thing only needs to be planted in wasteland. This is equivalent to something that is obtained for free. No matter how little it is, it is earned, not to mention this
Compared with the current rice and wheat production in the Ming Dynasty, the output of things is not small.
"Handu, we must bring these three kinds of food back to the Ming Dynasty no matter what this time." Fang Xiaoru said solemnly.
"Of course." Han Du nodded, then glanced at Fang Xiaoru proudly and asked, "Ahem, so, what's our bet?"
Fang Xiaoru felt very helpless about Han Du's preoccupation. What time is it? This is a major matter related to the livelihood of the people in the world. According to the truth, when discussing, one should show solemnity, but why is Han Du thinking about a small child?
A bet? Besides, is it really okay to take a bet at this moment?
But even so, Fang Xiaoru still nodded with a smile and said to Han Du: "Okay, I admit that you won, and I am willing to admit defeat. How about it?"
Han Du was very happy to see that he could beat Fang Xiaoru.
At this time, the chief came over with his people. In fact, he had been here a long time ago, but because he had a keen eye and wanted to see what Han Du and the others wanted to do, he hid in the distance and observed secretly.
Came here.
After all, the chief had suffered a loss from Shen Zhou and others, so the chief had to be wary of Han Du and others. When he saw Han Du and others kneeling down in the ground, he was really shocked.
A person as powerful as a Sun God guard would actually kneel down in front of someone? He was not wrong!
What is it? This thing is here, just like other weeds in the soil. You don’t have to bother to plant it, it can grow all over the ground. If the rhizomes are not edible, then it is really no different from ordinary weeds.
.
Although the chief didn't understand why Han Du and others knelt down in front of everyone, he could at least see something. These people were really different from the previous group of outsiders. They didn't think about robbing them of anything.
If Han Du really wants to rob these things on the ground, then the chief can happily say, 'Grab whatever you want, as much as you can. If you don't have enough manpower to dig, do you need help?'
The chief came to Han Du, babbled, and made another move towards Han Du.
Han Du understood that this action meant that the other party was saying hello to him, so he responded quickly. Then he expressed to the chief with gestures that he wanted to exchange these three things.
However, the chief said that Han Du did not need anything to exchange for it. He only needed Han Du to tell him how much he needed and he would have someone prepare it.
But Han Du
But he didn't fully understand what the chief meant. He only saw a smile on his face, so he thought he had no objection. He immediately asked someone to bring Xia Qing cloth and exchange it with the chief. Thinking about it in Handu, since the chief was even willing to give out gold.
If you want to replace it with summer green cloth or some potatoes, corn, etc., there will definitely be no problem.
The chief didn't care at first, but when he saw that Han Du was willing to give out Xia Qingbu in exchange, his eyes straightened. The bold words that he originally wanted to give casually, he immediately took it back, and instead took it seriously
Think about how to communicate with Han Du.
In the end, Han Du exchanged one bolt of summer green cloth with the chief for ten bolts of summer green cloth for the price of everything in one acre of land.
After the discussion was completed, the way the chief looked at Han Du was very similar to the way he looked at the chief yesterday.
Yesterday, when Han Du heard Shen Zhou say that Xia Qingbu and the chief could be exchanged for gold, Han Du's eyes were full of care for mentally retarded children.
The way the chief looks at Han Du now is similar to that then.
Everyone thinks that they have taken advantage of each other and that the other party is a fool. But who is the fool and who can tell clearly?
After completing a deal that made the chief feel happy, he quickly called for the tribesmen and took the initiative to help Han Du dig out everything.
Han Du saw that these Yin Di'an people were about to wash the dug out things, so he quickly stopped them.
"No need to wash it, just wipe off the excess soil. It doesn't matter if it's not wiped clean. Just install it for me." Han Du gestured towards the Yin Di'an people.
For the Yin Di'an people, Han Du's request was equivalent to reducing some of their workload. They thought Han Du was doing good to them, so they were naturally even happier.
Han Du asked the navy to move a wooden box, and asked the Yin Di'an people to find hay, put a layer of hay and potatoes into the wooden box, and then transported it to the ship.
"Brother Han, why is this?" Fang Xiaoru was a little confused about what Han Du was doing. Since Han Du wanted to take away as many of these things as possible, he naturally pretended to have the most, so why did he need to spread hay?
Han Du smiled and said: "Brother Fang doesn't know, but the preservation of potatoes and potatoes is not easy. The most taboo thing about these two things is exposure to water. If they are dug out and washed with water, it will not be easy to preserve. Directly.
Rub the soil and put it in hay so that it can be preserved for a long time."
Fang Xiaoru nodded, showing a learned look, and couldn't help but ask: "Then how did these indigenous people survive?"
Han Du looked up, shook his head and said: "I don't know how they were preserved. I think they either put them in a ventilated and dry cave*, or dug a hole in the ground and buried them. In this way, both of these things can be stored
They are well preserved. But if we want to transport these things back to Ming Dynasty, obviously this is not possible."
Since the corn was not yet fully mature, the chief was originally not prepared to exchange it. However, since Han Du insisted on the exchange, the chief had to collect the corn left by the tribe and gave it all to Han Du. Anyway, after a few months,
They have harvested fresh corn, which is not bad at all.
Moreover, Han Du impatiently gestured to the chief, asking him not to sell these things to anyone else.
The chief didn't pay much attention to these things. Since Han Du said he wouldn't sell them, he wouldn't sell them. He nodded and agreed to Han Du with a smile on his face.
Sacrifice to the Sun God is the most serious thing for the Yin Di'an people. Even the date of the sacrifice must be chosen at a specific time. Even if it is to put the sacrifice back again, it cannot be careless.
The chief has now truly felt that Han Du and others are completely different from the previous people, and they are people who can be true friends. In addition, Han Du and these people are so powerful, so naturally he will try his best to invite Han Du to participate.
Therefore, even if Han Du was anxious to return to the Ming Dynasty, he had to stay and delay for a few days.
On the day of the sacrifice, the Yindi'an people gathered around the mound and the high platform early in the rare morning. Just as the first ray of the sun shone high
While on the stage, the most solemn and solemn sacrificial activities of the Yin Di'an people began. The rising sun means the coming of light, and it also represents the expulsion of darkness. Therefore, worshiping the sun god at sunrise is a symbol of Yin
The customs of the Di'an people.
At this time, they raised their heads and eyes to express their prayers to the sun. Then the chief walked step by step towards the mound and the high platform, while other people knelt and worshiped toward the place where the sun was, that is, where the chief was.
Bow down and worship.
Han Du didn't feel much about what he saw in front of him. Sacrifice is just like dancing to the gods. Although these people behave a little weird, there is a simple and dignified atmosphere in every move, which is already better than
It's so much better to dance like a master. What's more, they don't make any weird sounds from their mouths.
Han Du looked at the scene in front of him with great interest, the ceremony of Native Americans worshiping the sun god. This was a rare opportunity to be immersed in the scene, so Han Du naturally wanted to experience it.
"Huh? Why are these people's rituals so weird?" Fang Xiaoru looked at it for a while and suddenly said to himself.
Han Du glanced at him curiously, leaned closer and asked, "What's weird? It looks fine to me."
Fang Xiaoru rolled her eyes at Han Du and said contemptuously: "People who are ignorant and unskilled are so self-righteous."
What the hell are you scolding me? Han Du suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Fang Xiaoru unconvinced. If he didn't give himself an explanation today, Han Du would never be done with him!
Fang Xiaoru didn't take Han Du's threat seriously at all, and sneered and said, "Don't you know the etiquette of the emperor when heaven and earth come together to worship?"
Well, the initiative of worshiping the heaven and earth together was also invented by Lao Zhu. Lao Zhu paid special attention to a few days. As early as before he founded the country and proclaimed himself emperor, he built a circular mound on the south side of Zhongshan Mountain in Nanjing. On the fourth day of the first lunar month of the next year, he worshiped the sky.
The southern suburbs were the throne of the emperor. From then on every winter solstice, Lao Zhu would go to the southern suburbs to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth.
As long as Han Du is still in the capital on the winter solstice, he must participate in the Heaven and Earth Ceremony. But Han Du has never been interested in this kind of um, how should I say? kind of praying to gods and Buddhas, so every time he participates, he is absent-minded.
It was perfunctory. Naturally, I didn't pay careful attention to the etiquette involved in the sacrifice.
When Fang Xiaoru said this, Han Du felt as if someone had exposed his inner thoughts, and he immediately smiled in embarrassment.
Suddenly, Han Du suddenly came to his senses and asked: "Is their etiquette exactly the same as when the emperor offered sacrifices to heaven?"
Fang Xiaoru shook his head and said: "That's not true, it's just that there are some similarities."
Han Du immediately stopped caring and said casually: "What's the problem? There are too many people worshiping various gods in the world, and there are all kinds of sacrifice methods. Maybe they just happen to be similar to us."
Fang Xiaoru didn't know how to refute Han Du's words. Maybe he had no reason to refute, so he had to subconsciously say, "Maybe."
After that, Fang Xiaoru ignored Han Du, but frowned and looked up at the chief standing on the high platform of the mound. Although he agreed with Han Du's statement, for some reason, he always felt that
There is a strong feeling.
Like, so similar!
The two of them stopped whispering, and both stood quietly watching the sacrifice proceeding.
After the chief finished the ceremony standing on the high platform of the mound, he had people put the sacrifices back one by one. This process took nearly an hour.
After placing all the sacrifices back in their original places, the chief warmly invited Han Du and Fang Xiaoru to walk onto the high platform of the mound.
Seeing that it was the chief's warm invitation, Han Du and the two men naturally realized that this was probably part of their etiquette, so they did not refuse and stepped onto the mound and high platform step by step.
As Han Du walked, he couldn't help but look at the gold utensils placed on both sides. These utensils were exquisite in shape and made of gold, which naturally attracted Han Du's attention.
So much gold is naturally very attractive to Han Du, who likes to make money.